Maybe I just don't have any more ideas and never will and all my brave words about not believing in writers' block are now coming to bite me very solidly in the ass.
Anybody else got nothing? (See how I'm still ending with a question, though!)
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Coming up dry
I got nothing, people. Generally at some point in the week, something happens that I need to process and I blog about it. But not this week. Maybe my brain has gone soft from trying to finish my rough draft over the weekend. Maybe it's because I'm preparing to take my oldest child to college on Saturday. Maybe all my brain cells are being used by trying to come up with a plan to fix up my out of town sister with my mother's new wheelchair repairman (seriously, his name is Rafael and he's very handsome and has a killer Italian accent and was not wearing a wedding ring) that don't involve some kind of Medicare fraud.
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Wheel chair repairman? Are you serious? Named Rafeal? You're making this up, Eileen!
You just finished a rough draft! Honestly - the well should be dry. It'll fill up again - it always does.
I kind of tripped on Rafael, the wheelchair repairman too - the idea alone should start a story give it a day or two.
I hit a dry patch over the weekend and into Monday. I blamed it on an uncooperative secondary character. Everyone was moving along no problem and then he seemed to forget his lines. But I whipped him into shape this morning. LOL
I could not make up Rafael if I tried. A handsome kind age-appropriate man with a to-die-for accent? I am also not making up that my other sister and I are contemplating breaking my mother's wheelchair in a strategic fashion to put him and Sissy 2 in the same room.
That happens to me all the time.
I'm already worried about tomorrow... Maybe I'll try to blog about the movie I just saw... but then that would eat up the precious few hours I have today to actually work on my WIP. So far, plotting breakthrough has not converted into word count breakthrough.
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